Marahil isang katanyagan ang maihayag ang kung anumang katotohanan sa bawat buhay ninuman na maaaring makapagpabago sa buhay ng iba. At marahil, isa ding karuwagan ang mga pahayag na hindi masambit ng harapan kaninuman ukol sa layuning nais iparating, datapwa't pilit ililihim at ikukubli na lamang ang buong pangyayari upang sarilinin ang bawat sakit na nararamdaman.
Isa lamang ito sa mga lihim, na nais isambulat ngunit walang anumang katuturan kung ito'y maisasakatuparan...
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Isa lamang ito sa mga lihim, na nais isambulat ngunit walang anumang katuturan kung ito'y maisasakatuparan...
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I hope this would be a good idea.
Nobody could ever imagine how intermittent I was in my life. Or maybe I say, they probably figured it out what kind of stupid person I was, especially when it's all about my decisions.
I never thought that I would still feel this thing while burying everything six feet below the deepest wound under my skin. I don't know still what's the purpose of my life. I'm still searching for it. I thought I would be a guiding light for anybody,somebody and everybody, but it seems that I found myself hanging on the nearest noose I got in this life.
This is what I shouldn't be doing but hell,it seems my right foot was stucked in the middle of this pit I'm digging. As I plunge into the shadow of madness, I remember those days I was surrounded by dark shadows and into that darkness, I almost quit living. Alcohol and blood stains everywhere, the smell of rotten warm-blooded species will be inhaled, toxicating every veins and every single second of your memory. It was a black, sorrowful moments for every broken persons like me. I can'teven imagine how cruel life was, or maybe, how f**kin imbicle I was before.
Not until later on, I discovered that simple light peeping into me, and I started to dig from that moment on. And it sucks to found out that I was eating sh*ts and pale bullets which makes me starve for nothing. It makes me feel "packed up" somehow. Unloaded by the hypothetical and conclusive facts I've gathered for more than one thousand four hundred forty hours, my right foot stepped out of the pit at last.
I just don't know what happened then until this SeMageS popped out again this morning, asking for a question we will expect from an astronaut, not for somebody else. Hell again, surprisingly, upon gazing my skies for an answer, I found out me stupidly bent down on my knees, eyes swallowing dirt and skin sweating sweet, the answer was unaccordingly to my constellations; YES.
It was, accordingly, intermittently, sought by an unknown reason. Or was it the purpose I was seeking.
Nobody could ever imagine how intermittent I was in my life. Or maybe I say, they probably figured it out what kind of stupid person I was, especially when it's all about my decisions.
I never thought that I would still feel this thing while burying everything six feet below the deepest wound under my skin. I don't know still what's the purpose of my life. I'm still searching for it. I thought I would be a guiding light for anybody,somebody and everybody, but it seems that I found myself hanging on the nearest noose I got in this life.
This is what I shouldn't be doing but hell,it seems my right foot was stucked in the middle of this pit I'm digging. As I plunge into the shadow of madness, I remember those days I was surrounded by dark shadows and into that darkness, I almost quit living. Alcohol and blood stains everywhere, the smell of rotten warm-blooded species will be inhaled, toxicating every veins and every single second of your memory. It was a black, sorrowful moments for every broken persons like me. I can'teven imagine how cruel life was, or maybe, how f**kin imbicle I was before.
Not until later on, I discovered that simple light peeping into me, and I started to dig from that moment on. And it sucks to found out that I was eating sh*ts and pale bullets which makes me starve for nothing. It makes me feel "packed up" somehow. Unloaded by the hypothetical and conclusive facts I've gathered for more than one thousand four hundred forty hours, my right foot stepped out of the pit at last.
I just don't know what happened then until this SeMageS popped out again this morning, asking for a question we will expect from an astronaut, not for somebody else. Hell again, surprisingly, upon gazing my skies for an answer, I found out me stupidly bent down on my knees, eyes swallowing dirt and skin sweating sweet, the answer was unaccordingly to my constellations; YES.
It was, accordingly, intermittently, sought by an unknown reason. Or was it the purpose I was seeking.
This scar wasn't bleeding then...
...and I hope it would never be.
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Mula sa kaibuturan ng pagkakasadlak, pumapaimbabaw muli ang nakaraang tumatarak sa puso't isipan ng isang bulag, sutil at inutil.
Mula sa kaibuturan ng pagkakasadlak, pumapaimbabaw muli ang nakaraang tumatarak sa puso't isipan ng isang bulag, sutil at inutil.
